I made some GIFs from the Disneyland TV Show episode on the Golden Horseshoe Revue. Notable for Walt Disney’s introduction (rare pistol-packing Walt!), Wally Boag, and the classic crew of the show. See more of my Disney posts here.
What did we do before the internet when we were packing up our lives for a big move? How did we distract ourselves so adequately? Did we just call our friends on the phone or turn on the tv? I guess every time I’ve moved I’ve had a lot of help/moral support from my mom. Why am I posting my stupid nostalgia pictures on instagram before shoving them into boxes labeled for storage? Why am I reaching out to the void? Why am I constantly tempted to post semi witty statuses??? I guess that Louis CK bit that’s been floating around sums it up perfectly. Moving is sad. Being poor and having to temporarily move back into your grandparents’ basement, although somewhat comforting and definitely financially wise, is a little sad at my age. I’m a little sad. I don’t know what to do with all my photos and books. And notebooks. And books. And books. And also my books. Am I supposed to be nesting? Am I supposed to move cities? Where?
I had a conversation with my best friend today about how the longer I stay in this city, the more I feel the city and I becoming the same entity. I am a server in a service industry town. I own a ukulele, a record player, Star Wars coasters, and 99 percent of my clothing is vintage, vintage inspired or American Apparel. I listen to Bread, Jim Croce, Nina Simone and Carly Simon. I love Indiana Jones…maybe “more than you do.” I don’t mind when it rains and I go out to happy hour too much. I make enough to get by but never more and I have no idea what my next step will be. I have no idea what my five year plan would be. I think “five year plan” is my new version of “so what are you going to do after you graduate?” or “what are you going to do with a theatre degree?”
I have no idea. I hope that’s okay. I hope being me is okay. I’m just going to keep telling myself I’m okay. There are so many problems a person can have in this world, I am just going to accept the ones I’ve got and keep moving. Goodnight, Abyss.
Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart, sailing, 1945.